As much as I try to hide from the talk,
by burying myself under knife, spoon and fork,
I can hear the whispers echo round the draw:
“Peelers depressed”, “Well have you heard what he’s used for?”
If I could change my shape or blunt my edge,
I would but I can’t so I lay on the edge.
The counter looks high, perched here on the top,
one misplaced pan and ill topple right off;
but fates not on my side, I’m pushed back from the ledge
my handles wrenched clear and under the board I’m wedged.
My plan from here is to jump to the bin,
I don’t know how but ill find a way in.
The pitter patter of rain is my drum roll to jump;
my solid metal insides turn into a nervous lump,
my slits for eyes judge how far to my goal
as I lean on a rubber band for a push to the hole.
I lean, I leap, I aim my tip for the bin
but before I can land, it’s a hand that I’m in.
“I just moved you back, whatever happened there,
I’ve squash to peel, is that too much to bare?”
“Yes, yes, it is” I tried to reply,
but I have no mouth so with a sigh,
he placed me down beside the squash,
and turned to the sink to give his hands a wash.
“I’m sorry young thing, I don’t mean harm,
it’s how I’m designed but don’t be alarmed.
I promise not to look at your naked outside
once I’ve taken your skin and pulled it aside”.
I hesitated for a reply from the vegetable
but it kept a stoic face and turned up it’s label.
It had heard of me from others in the fridge,
unused carrots from last nights bolognaise dish,
who returned to the cold after facing my blade
and told stories of horror about others who were slain.
I love to buy new books. This is true even when I know that I will not have the time to read them. In fact, it may be especially true at these times, in a strange way.
STOP JOESPH KONY.
I have just been shocked to tears. How have I gone so long in ignorance about such a huge movement. This morning I woke up to three different invites for “Cover the night”, normally I ignore most group requests if I have no prior knowledge of them, however this one caught my eye and clicking on it, and watching the video opened my eyes to what is going on thousands of miles away.
For those who don’t know, Joseph Kony is the leader of the LRA group in Africa, he abducts children and forces them to kill their parents and others in their community. The girls are made into sex slaves and the boys into child killing machines. He has abducted over 30,000 children and his army is growing. I write this blog to raise awareness to anyone who might fall onto my page. Please watch this video and show your support by pledging to the cause on www.kony2012.com and sharing the group for your city on facebook. It’s not hard and if everyone does a little it will mean a lot for those who are suffering.
Photography by Sarah Williams
Model Stephanie Bradley
I just had the best news ever, my Mum texted me telling me we had had our house valued. So I obviously replied asking why as we were pretty sure that it would have lost value since we moved in last Easter. She replied with this: “I think its time to go home”. I literally cried with happiness. It turns out it has gone up in value…alot. So, to get to the point of this little ramble: WE ARE MOVING BACK TO REIGATE.
I do not think it is possible to write well unless you love what you write. Unless you believe in it and you write it the way that it must be for you alone. That is perhaps one of the reasons why I never will let anyone see what I am working on until it is done, or at least as close to done as…
People say that you should not edit with a red pen because of some concept of it being demeaning or mentally and emotionally damaging or something of that sort. I put no stock in this. I think the red ink is the most beautiful and fulfilling thing that a writer can ever see, because it means that the story is turning into what you have longed for it to be all along.
when I can’t sleep because a story concept sneaked into my brain. Instead of briefly writing down a few bullet points for tomorrow, I just went ahead and banged out and edited 1,500 words by 4 AM. You know, just because.
Fuck, I’m glad I don’t have anything going on tomorrow (Today. Ha!).
Urgh what is with all this cynicism?! Yes it’s Valentines, there are going to be a lot of people posting mushy pictures of flowers but there is really no need to get so angry and bitter over it. If you single, it is either by choice or your just unlucky but either way get over it and move on with your life. You are not going to attract a new love interest by whining about all the happy people in the world. We all know that love should be all year round and that you don’t need one day to show them how much you care but it’s still nice to know that there is someone who might make that extra bit of effort to make this day a good one.
I’m not saying Valentines isn’t a waste of money and a scheme created by card makers to make money; but just because I, and many of you believe that, it doesn’t mean we should go around putting a downer on what essentially is just another random day. Let the lovers enjoy their happiness and live your own lives.
i want this soooo bad
I hate the middle. The middle should be non existent, your either there or your not, ‘in between’ is such a silly concept. Yet here I am once more, stuck in the gooey mess that is IT. The thing is, once your there its bloody hard to leave, because either way your going to piss someone off; you start to sound two faced because you just want to make everyone happy, but lets face it, life doesn’t work that way. If it did then we would be a different species completely - souls perhaps (The Host ref.). Try to imagine a world where there is no ‘compromising’, where every situation, every question has a straight yes or no answer; and none of that “but everyone would just be dicks to each other” because you can still lie, you just can’t contemplate. It would save precious minutes of decision making everyday, everything would be instantaneous and being a very impatient person myself this would be fantastic! To some this would be a dystopian future, regressive in more ways than one, but personally I would be euphoric if I never had to wait for someone to make a decision EVER again.
(Source: shenanigens)
